A long black
engine keeps a -rollin' along
Its wheels goin' clickety -clack
She's carryin' me toward that
eastern seaboard
Louisiana, I ain't comin' back
And I sit all alone in an empty box
Listenin' to the engine roar
And I see the world as she
ought to be seen
Through the crack of this box
car door
A hobo's life is a lonely life
And I'm a restless son of the gun
So I'll keep a -ridin' these rib
bons of steel
And wait for my setting sun
And I sit all alone in an empty box
Listenin' to the engine roar
And I see the world as she
ought to be seen
Through the crank in this box
-counter
The engineer is a -pullin' her down
And I reckon we're a -going to stop
And I'll be a -dodgin' the man with
the stick I hear him a -walkin' on top
And I sit all alone in an empty box,
listenin' to the engine roar
And I see the world as it ought to be seen
through the crack of this boxcar door
Most folks think I'm a crazy man,
and all other foes like me
But I'll let them battle the woes of
the world and I'll die happy and free
And I reckon I'll die in an empty box,
listen to the engine roar
I'll take a last long look at the world and I'll
long through the crack in this boxcar door
I'll take a last long look at the world and I'll long through the
crack in this boxcar door
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